I Didn't Want To Be A Halfblood Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood on the bankside, feeling ready to tear his half-blood head off his shoulders. “So, I have heard.” I mumbled. “If you're done talking, I need to go now.” “Personally, I don’t see what everyone is afraid of. You couldn’t even escape my water orb. I am only a half blood. You would never stand a chance against a God.” I shook my head, refusing to continue this conversation. He’s really pissing me off right now, and after the hell of a landing I had last night, I don’t really feel like having it out with a half-blood God.

I whispered back to her, “Just because I am a half-blood that doesn’t give them the right to hide things from me like I am a plague.”

My eyes snapped open as I saw her with her arms wrapped around her father’s midsection, trying to stop him from moving further. “Did you plan this with him? Did you plan to kill your sister with this half blood?!” He sneered, his cold eyes locked on mine. Half blood. I winced, adjusting on the ground where I was seated. I had never minded when I was called it. It was the truth anyway. I was half-blood and would never be a pure-blood werewolf. But the amount of disgust that poured out of his voice was far greater than the last time Ashley's mother had said it. It wasn't my fault that two adults of different species had fallen in love and had me.

"That's why I came to Seattle. Not only to assess your standing. To see if you were what I thought you were." "And am I." She looked at me with those level eyes. "You're exactly what he would have wanted to happen." The coffee shop was loud around us. Someone near the window was laughing. A barista called a name. The ordinary world, going about its business, not particularly aware that someone across from me had just described my father in two sentences and what he'd wanted to happen. I put both hands flat on the table. "The three other half-bloods you mentioned. The ones with the same bloodline."

I could have returned to the city, to my old life, to my parents—or rather, to the people I had believed were my parents. The next morning, I sat down at the heavy oak table and took out a clean sheet of paper. The pen felt heavy in my hand. Since reading Jake’s records, I knew the truth: I was a half-blood, heir to witch princes and pure wolf blood. The people in the city who had raised me had never told me the truth.

ARIA The cold wind caressed my face as I stared at nothing in particular. Being a half blood meant I had a wolf but would never be able to shift and may or may not be able to interact with my wolf counterpart. Finding one’s wolf is a process, and if I hadn’t discovered mine at this age, it is most likely that I fall under the category of half-bloods that could not interact with their wolf side, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have one.

I walked up to Corvus and knelt before him. "And you," I said, looking into his eyes, "are a lesser being who has only survived this long thanks to my heart's blood." Shock, rage, and despair warred in Corvus's eyes. "No... that can't be... Father never told me..." "Because it was a disgrace!" I stood up, my voice thundering. "For a thousand-year-old pureblood house, having a half-breed heir is the ultimate shame!" "If I hadn't pleaded for you, time and time again, if I hadn't put my own reputation on the line for you, the family would have disposed of you long ago!"

"Of course, I would like to test what abilities, if any, your blood has awakened." "If I am a half-blood... or would it be quarter-blood? Anyway, if I am... why aren't there more? Or... does your sister really not like others? And... why ask the spirits to aid you, if you could just... have children naturally?" I questioned. It had been something that plagued my mind ever since thinking it over.

“One word for you, ungrateful!” “Excuse me! Of course, I am beyond grateful because my dad can afford my needs and wants. But sometimes, I just want to make a profound decision for myself. He even told me not to get a job because he has better certain plans for me. How old am I? 20 years old! I do love him, but he is an extravagant, strict father.” I murmured. “You have a point. He is extremely strict.” “Maybe because I am not a full-blooded werewolf just like everyone here in our place. I am just a mediocre half- blooded werewolf. You obviously know how they discriminate against half-blooded werewolves here. Maybe dad is just keeping me away from them.”

Although I couldn't deny that the pain and regret were still deeply ingrained in my heart and mind. THIS day marks my graduation from training to become a hybrid. Half human, half werewolf, and half witch. Maybe the only thing missing is being half vampire to be a full package—I feel like I've taken in all kinds of blood. It's not impossible that one day I'll discover the existence of such creatures, vampires. But if ever that happens, I wouldn't want to be part of their lineage. Being immortal is the last thing I would wish for. I don't want to live forever without Akira by my side. Growing old alone is also difficult. It was a torture for me.